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“I… God, okay.” She inhaled a deep breath, fidgeting in her seat. “I didn’t want to say anything yet because I know things have been weird between us… but I love you, Noah. I’m in love with you.”
What. The. Fuck.
“You don’t love me, Sam.” Strangled laughter bubbled in my chest because she’d lost her goddamn mind. “You love the idea of me.”
“W-what do you mean?” Tears welled in her eyes.
“If you really loved me, you wouldn’t have gone home with Ward the other week.” My brow arched, and she visibly paled.
“I just wanted to make you jealous. I wanted—”
“Fucking my teammate doesn’t exactly scream ‘I love you,’” I deadpanned.
“I thought…” Her expression hardened, a stone mask falling over her. “You really don’t care, do you?”
“You know I care about you… but as a friend. The second I realized you were reading too much into things, I backed off. I tried to let you down gently. But I don’t know how else to make you understand that I don’t want more with you. I’m sorry, but—”
She shot up out of the booth and glowered at me. “Is there someone else?”
“Sam, this isn’t about someone else.” An exasperated sigh slipped out. “It’s about us. You. You’re a good friend, but that’s all it will ever be for me. I’m sorry.”
Inhaling a shuddering breath, she composed herself. “You’re a selfish asshole, Noah. You don’t care about the girls you sleep with or their feelings. I’ve been there for you. I’ve stood by your side, waiting for you to realize that what we have is different. But I see it now. It was all just a game to you. A way to pass the time.”
“Sam, come on. That’s not—”
“Fair?” she sneered, bitter laughter spilling off her lips. “Nothing about life is. I think we should have some space from each other. Please don’t text me or come around to the apartment. I need… time.”
My brows pinched. Was she for real? She was putting me in time-out?
What the fuck was happening?
“Sam, I’m not sure—”
“I can’t do this right now.” She sniffled, dabbing her eyes with the ends of her scarf—a scarf that looked vaguely familiar.
“The only thing missing is my favorite scarf. You know the one you got me for my birthday? The black one with the daisies on it.”
Unease washed over me. Fuck. I was right. All along, I was right.
“Sam is that—”
“Goodbye, Noah.”
She all but ran out of the coffee shop while I stared after her, utterly confused. And there was only one person I wanted to talk to about it.
I grabbed my cell phone off the table and opened the chat with Aurora.
Noah: Do you have a free period this afternoon?
Aurora: I have an hour free after this class ends. Why?
Noah: Long story… I’d rather tell you in person.
Aurora: This isn’t another trick question, is it? You’re not going to turn up outside my class and accost me in the hall?
Noah: I spoke to Sam. Things got… weird. I really need my shortcake. Please.
My shortcake?
